In the quiet of the night, the whispers roar,
Shadows dance, as hearts wage war,
The mind, a battlefield of thoughts unkind,
Seeking solace, yet solace they cannot find.

The moonlight casts a silver doubt,
On dreams once clear, now filled with clout,
A struggle within, a war outside,
In the chaos, where can one hide?

The storm rages on, in skies and soul,
Cracks in the armor begin to show,
Strength falters, as hope takes flight,
Darkness consumes, even the brightest light.

Yet in the chaos, a spark remains,
A glimmer of hope, amidst the pains,
For even in conflict, peace can be found,
When hearts seek love, and minds unbound.